Gasoline Suit

Walking through hell in your gasoline suit
Like Pete Rose would do
To keep playing baseball
You think you know what you want
But you ain't got a clue

No choice but to huff the fumes
From your gasoline suit
Can't think clear or tell what's true
You ain't got a clue

Walking through hell in your gasoline suit
Like Pete Rose would do
To keep playing baseball
You think you know who you are
But you ain't got a clue

Light up
My gasoline suit
Light up
My gasoline suit
Light up, light up
My gasoline suit
Light up
My gasoline suit



Credits
Writer(s): Akshay Bimbhet, Jonathan Louis Hanford
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